According to my stats widget, someone from Bank Of America has visited me! I don't know who (damn vague widget), but there it is. I has arrived. I hope that my frustrated ramblings have separated me from the tides of humanity who probably call and complain that there isn't enough parking in the lot.
Anyhow, in case my visitor comes back, here's something for them to look at. The people involved.
This is my wife and son. These are the people you've left in harm's way, 5,215 miles from where they should be. This is why I keep calling, day after day. If you were responsible for these two, you'd do the same.
Now, thanks to Bank Of America's less-than-stellar customer support staff, what should have been a 15- minute inconvenience has turned into a 3 week trial across two continents. So, to my friendly visitor, I'm asking you to please take at look at their faces, and think of your own families. If your spouse and child were taken out of arm's reach, and your precious and VERY limited time together was lost forever, how would you react?
Better days. See? This is how it's supposed to be.
My wife's gonna kill me if she finds out I posted a picture of her without her makeup on. Shhh.